In which a tree-hugging, liberal neo-hippy vegan mama writes about her life as a transplanted Gringa in Ticolandia, animal rights, human rights, and anything else that might strike her fancy. She swears a lot and she can be rather snarky. You've been warned.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
We are moving. Again.
This is good, though, lest you think I am complaining. Esposo took the job as head chef at a fancy new resort, so we will be moving closer to his work, probably to the city of Grecia. I'm excited for him. I think it's a really good move. Though, this means I won't get to see him nearly as much (chef's hours are ridiculous, in case you've never known one), at least during high season, and I won't have as much time to myself, either (since I'll be with a three-year-old most of the day). Anyway, we'll see how it all plays out. Right now the difficulty is finding a good house to rent. And, I'm planning a trip to the States in December; esposo will probably be working, though.
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